"Look at me Michael."
Your voice was low and filled with desire. He grunted silently as he turned toward you. His arms and legs were bound together with red rope just tight enough to stop him from moving. Starting from his neck, his entire body was covered in intricate patterns of knots. The rope was a bit tighter on his neck, creating paths of thick knots along both his spine and the center of his chest, connecting and disappearing behind his back only to be separated again at his thighs.
Gently taking his chin, you tilted his head toward you.
"You're so sensitive, it's cute." You cooed at the way his breath hitched in his throat at your touch.
Michael shifted his thighs slightly. His cock could rip through the fabric of his pants at any moment. Honestly, he was ready to cum in his pants, at this point.
The brunette mumbled out a reply, though it truly wasn't coherent at all.
"Oh? I thought I'd have to work a bit harder to turn the almighty Michael into an incoherent babbling mess." You teased, unzipping his pants and freeing his dick. However, instead of taking him in your mouth, or slathering your hands with lube and jerking him off, you looked back up at him. His beautiful blue eyes held a secret. A secret that he wasn't good at hiding at all. He wanted to get fucked into oblivion, he wanted to chant out your name like a prayer to whoever happened to be listening, he wanted to get absolutely destroyed by you.
"Hurry up," he managed to say. You narrowed your eyes at him as your hand ghosted over his twitching dick.
"That's no way to ask for help, dear, try again." You said, feigning a frown.
He huffed and looked away, clearly not entertained. You tsked, stood up, and grabbed a toy Michael was all too familiar with. You flicked the switch and it whirred to life. A vibrator. You crouched back down to his level and grabbed his chin again, this time rougher, to plant a kiss on his cheek before pressing the vibrator against his neglected dick. He flinched at the sudden contact.
"What's wrong? I thought you adored this little toy so much, every time I used it - you ended up moaning like a whore. Don't you remember?" You technically weren't lying or over exaggerating anything. It was something that brought him pleasure, not nearly as good as you having your hands on him. Unfortunately, it was never enough to make him cum.
"F-fuck you.." He managed.
"My, my, I can't believe it," You brought the vibrator up towards the tip of his dick and turned up the vibration, which elicited a loud moan from his mouth, "You can utter swears at me but can't even spare me a word or two of affirmation."
Michael squirmed around every time you moved the vibrator around his leaking dick, "I-is that all you've got? Other p-people can do better than you."
He was trying to get a rise out of you, and you had to admit, it was working. Your face contorted into a twisted grin. "And you know how? Do you offer your ass up to just anyone in the streets? Do you let the customers at Freddy's play around with your meek cock?" You asked.
"Ooo, s-someone's g-getting riled up!" He taunted between heavy breaths.
